Thursday, August 10, 2006
Glide
Rating: ★5.0
As I step to the side
Those divine tears greet me
As I stand to speck
That pulsing, demanding need
As I smile to show care
This new founding thing jitters me
A simple plus, nothing more
I find myself lost
The fact that I haven’t a clue
As to the sway of the wind
Does nothing to the damning
Waters